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Selected for the The Times of London's 100 Best Blogs List (15 February 2009) Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream , Simon and Garfunkel. Last Call , Dave van Ronk. "If I'd been drunk when I was born, I'd be ignorant of sorrow." (Last night I had) A Wonderful Dream , The Majors. The trick is to find in the flesh one of those dream girls. Some of us got lucky. This night in 1985 was Rick Nelson's last: the Travelin' Man died in a plane crash. Wikipedia: Nelson dreaded flying but refused to travel by bus. In May 1985, he decided he needed a private plane and leased a luxurious, fourteen-seat, 1944 Douglas DC-3 that had once belonged to the DuPont family and later to Jerry Lee Lewis . The plane had been plagued by a history of mechanical problems. [104] In one incident, the band was forced to push the plane off the runway after an engine blew, and in another incident, a malfunctioning magneto prevented Nelson from participating in the first Farm Aid concert in Champaign, Illinois .

On December 26, 1985, Nelson and the band left for a three-stop tour of the Southern United States . Following shows in Orlando, Florida , and Guntersville, Alabama , Nelson and band members took off from Guntersville for a New Year's Eve extravaganza in Dallas , Texas . [105] The plane crash-landed northeast of Dallas in De Kalb, Texas , less than two miles from a landing strip, at approximately 5:14 p.m. CST on December 31, 1985, hitting trees as it came to earth. Seven of the nine occupants were killed: Nelson and his companion, Helen Blair; bass guitarist Patrick Woodward, drummer Rick Intveld, keyboardist Andy Chapin , guitarist Bobby Neal, and road manager/soundman Donald Clark Russell. Pilots Ken Ferguson and Brad Rank escaped via cockpit windows, though Ferguson was severely burned. Last but not least: Auld Lang Syne .

Related articles Posted by Bill Vallicella on Saturday, December 31, 2016 at 04:40 PM in Music | Permalink | Christmas Eve at the Oldies: Tunes of the Season Merry Christmas everybody. Pour yourself a drink, and enjoy. Me, I'm nursing a Boulevardier . It's a Negroni with cojones: swap out the gin for bourbon. One ounce bourbon, one ounce sweet vermouth, one ounce Campari, straight up or on the rocks, with a twist of orange. A serious libation. It'll melt a snowflake for sure. The vermouth rosso contests the harshness of the bourbon, but then the Campari joins the fight on the side of the bourbon. Or you can think of it as a Manhattan wherein the Campari substitutes for the angostura bitters. That there are people who don't like Campari shows that there is no hope for humanity. An irrational prejudice against artichokes? Elvis Presley, Blue Christmas . This one goes out to Barack and Michelle. Jeff Dunham, Jingle Bombs by Achmed the Terrorist. TRIGGER WARNING! Not for the p.c.-whipped.

Porky Pig, Blue Christmas Dylan Magon, White Christmas . Don't know this dude. Appears to be a black Italian. Good performance, except that he says'sly bells' instead of 'slay bells.' Bob Dylan, Red Cadillac and a Black Moustache . Not Christmasy, but a good tune. Who could possibly follow Dylan's growl except Tom Waits, Silent Night . Give it a chance. A surprising number of Christmas songs were written by Jews . Posted by Bill Vallicella on Saturday, December 24, 2016 at 04:45 PM in Music | Permalink | Ry Cooder, I Got Mine . Frank Stokes' 1928 version . Ramblin' Jack Elliot, Roving Gambler . A later version from his Kerouac's Last Dream album. Dolly Parton, Silver Dagger . Great version, but then so is Joan Baez 's. John Cohen/Down Hill Strugglers, The Roving Gambler Tex Ritter, The Deck of Cards , 1948. They don't make 'em like this anymore.

Related articles Posted by Bill Vallicella on Saturday, December 17, 2016 at 06:02 PM in Music | Permalink | Saturday Night at the Oldies: Some Space Tunes in Honor of John Glenn The third American in outer space, and the first to orbit the earth, John Glenn passed away the other day at 95. So I raise my glass this Saturday night in salute of a great American hero. 1960's psychedelia explored inner space, but there were a few songs from the '60s about outer space themes. Telstar , an instrumental by the British band, The Tornados, 1962, was presumably in celebration of Telstar, the first communications satellite which got high in '62. (Telstar the song made it high on Earth to the #1 slot on both the U. S. and British charts.) Speaking of getting high, the Byrd's Eight Miles High , 1966, tells of a trip into the outer or perhaps into the 'inner' or both. I never paid much attention to the obscure lyrics.

The Coltranish riffs executed on a 12-string Rickenbacker were what got my attention. Damn if it doesn't sound as raw and fresh as it did back in '66. Also by the Byrds, 1966, is the playful Mr. Spaceman . And we can't omit Elton John, Rocket Man from 1972. He Was a Friend of Mine John F. Kennedy was assassinated 53 years ago today. Here is The Byrds' tribute to the slain leader. They took a traditional song and redid the lyrics. Here Willie Nelson does a great job with the traditional song. You Dylan aficionados will want to give a listen to young Bob's rendition of the old song. I was in the eighth grade when Kennedy was gunned down. We were assembled in an auditorium for some reason when the principal came in and announced that the president had been shot. The date was November 22, 1963. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was seated behind my quondam inamorata, Christine W.

My love for her was from afar, like that of Don Quixote for the fair Dulcinea, but at the moment I was in close physical proximity to her, studying the back of her blouse through which I could make out the strap of her training bra . . . . Since those far-off and fabulous days of 'Camelot,' we have learned a lot about Kennedy's dark side. But every man has his 'wobble,' and who among us would want to be exposed to the full light of day? He was a boyhood hero of mine, "the intrepid skipper of the PT 109," as I described him in a school essay. My assessment of him has been dialed downward over the years, but there were traces of greatness about him. He was a resolute commie fighter and a lifetime member of the NRA and Second Amendment defender. In those days, a decent, patriotic American could be a Democrat. And if it weren't for his inspiration we wouldn't have beaten the Evil Empire in the space race.

By the way, if you want to read a thorough (1,612 pages with notes on a separate CD!) takedown of all the JFK conspiracy speculation, I recommend Vincent Bugliosi, Reclaiming History: The Assassination of John F. Kennedy . It was a tale of two nonentities, Lee Harvey Oswald and Jack Ruby. Both were little men who wanted to be big men. Oswald, acting alone, shot Kennedy. Ruby, acting alone, shot Oswald. That is the long and the short of it. For details, I refer you to Bugliosi. And let's not forget that it was a commie who murdered Kennedy. Related articles Saturday Night at the Oldies: Clowns Before They Were Creepy and Violent Being hung up on the '60s, there is and will be only one clown for me, Bozo the Clown. After Bozo I had no truck with clowns. I'm a serious man. But I can relate to this segment from the Seinfeld episode, "The Fire." It is one of the funniest in the whole series. But I suppose you had to be there. In the '60s I mean. With Bozo. The Clown.

Now some songs featuring clowns. Roy Orbison, In Dreams . "A candy-colored clown they call the sandman . . . ." James Darren, Goodbye Cruel World . "I'm off to join the circus, gonna be a broken-hearted clown." Saturday Night at the Oldies: Kitsch and Sentimentality and Dylan April Stevens' and Nino Tempo's version of Deep Purple became a number one hit in 1963. I liked it when it first came out, and I've enjoyed it ever since. A while back I happened to hear it via Sirius satellite radio and was drawn into it like never before. But its lyrics, penned by Mitchell Parish , are pure sweet kitsch: When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls And the stars begin to twinkle in the night Through the mist of a memory you wander back to me Breathing my name with a sigh. In the still of the night once again I hold you tight Though you're gone, your love lives on when moonlight beams And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lover we'll always meet Here in my deep purple dreams. Kitsch is bad art, but what is the essence of kitsch, and why is it bad?

Presumably it is sentimentality that makes kitsch kitsch, and it is this sentimentality that makes kitsch aesthetically and perhaps even morally dubious. One self-indulgently 'wallows' in a song like this, giving into its 'cheap' emotions. The emotions are 'false' and 'faked.' The melody and lyrics are formulaic and predictable, 'catchy.' The listener allows himself to be manipulated by the songwriter who is out to 'push the listener's buttons.' The aesthetic experience is not authentic but vicarious. And so on. Adorno would not approve. There is great art and there is kitsch. I partake of both, enjoy both, and know the difference. What is wrong with a little kitsch in moderation? No, I don't collect Hummel figurines and my stoa is not carpeted with astroturf. What is sentimentality and what is wrong with it? There is a literature on this, but I've read almost none of it. Who has time? This brings me to Bob Dylan who was recently awarded the 2016 Nobel Prize in Literature. Now I've been a Dylan fan from the early '60s.

In the '60s I was more than a fan; I was a fanatic who would brook no criticism of his hero. And I still maintain that in the annals of American popular music no one surpasses him as a songwriter. But the Nobel Prize for Literature? That's a bit much, and an ominous foreshadowing of the death of the book and of quiet reading in this hyperkinetic age of tweets and soundbites. A large theme. Get to it conservative bloggers. Why do I have to do all the work? Dylan's most sentimental song? I don't know, but Forever Young is in serious contention. A long, long way from It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding and Visions of Johanna and Desolation Row . Posted by Bill Vallicella on Saturday, October 15, 2016 at 05:58 PM in Dylan , Music | Permalink | Saturday Night at the Oldies: Fred Neil Remember Fred Neil? One of the luminaries of the '60s folk scene, he didn't do much musically thereafter.

Neil is probably best remembered for having penned 'Everybody's Talkin' which was made famous by Harry Nilsson as the theme of Midnight Cowboy. Here is Neil's version. Nilsson's rendition. Another of my Fred Neil favorites is "Other Side of This Life." Here is Peter, Paul, and Mary's version. And it's been a long long time since I last enjoyed That's the Bag I'm In . The reclusive Neil died in 2001 at the age of 64. Biography here . Posted by Bill Vallicella on Saturday, September 17, 2016 at 05:54 PM in Music , Sixties | Permalink | Not Dark Yet: Bob Dylan Turns 75 Today 25 things you might want to know know about Dylan. Excellent , except for the introductory claim that he is "rock's greatest songwriter." A better description is "America's greatest writer of popular songs." Bar none. We can discuss the criteria later, and consider counterexamples. Maybe this Saturday night. His earliest four or five albums are not in the rock genre.

I'll permit quibbling about #5, Bringing It All Back Home (1965), but Bob Dylan (1962), The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (1963) , The Time's They Are A'Changin' (1964), and Another Side of Bob Dylan (1964) are better classified as folk, not that they sit all that comfortably in this niche. These early albums are studded with lasting contributions to Americana. This is music with meaning that speaks to the mind and the heart. No Rat Pack crooner Las Vegas lounge lizard stuff here.Two lesser-known compositions both from The Times They Are a'Changin': St. Valentine's Eve at the Oldies: Love and Murder We'll start with murder. David Dalton (Who Is That Man? In Search of the Real Bob Dylan, Hyperion 2012, pp. 28-29, hyperlinks added!): Most folk songs had grim, murderous content (and subtext). In Pretty Polly a man lures a young girl from her home with the promise of marriage,and then leads the pregnant girl to an already-dug grave and murders her.

In Love Henry a woman poisons her unfaithful lover, observed by an alarmed parrot that she also tries to kill. So it was a bit bizarre that these songs should become part of the sweetened, homogenized new pop music. [. . .] The original folk songs were potent, possessed stuff, but the folk trios had figured out how to make this grisly stuff palatable, which only proved that practically anything could be homogenized. Clean-cut guys and girls in crinolines, dressed as if for prom night, sang ancient curse-and-doom tales. Their songs had sweet little melodies, but as in nursery rhymes, there was a dark gothic undercurrent to them -- like Ring Around the Rosies , which happens to be a charming little plague song. The most famous of these folk songs was the 1958 hit Tom Dooley , a track off a Kingston Trio album which set off the second folk revival [the first was in the early '40s with groups like the Weavers] and was Dylan's initial inspiration for getting involved in folk music.

[I prefer Doc Watson's version .] And it was the very success of the syrupy folk trios that inspired Dylan's future manager to assemble one himself: Peter, Paul and Mary. They would make Dylan, the prophet of the folk protest movement, a star and lead to consequences that even he did not foresee. Their version of Blowin' in the Wind would become so successful that it would sound the death knell for the folk protest movement. Ultimately there would be more than sixty versions of it, "all performing the same function," as Michael Gray says, of "anesthetizing Dylan's message." Be that as it may, it is a great song, one of the anthems of the Civil Rights movement. Its power in no small measure is due to the allusiveness of its lyrics which deliver the protest message without tying it to particular events. It's topical without being topical and marks a difference between Dylan, and say, Phil Ochs. And now for some love songs. Gloria Lynne, I Wish You Love . A great version from 1964. Lynne died at 83 in 2013. Here 's what Marlene Dietrich does with it.

Ketty Lester, Love Letters . Another great old tune in a 1962 version. The best to my taste. Saturday Night at the Oldies: Jimmy Elledge and Some Other One-Hit Wonders Jimmy Elledge, Funny How Time Slips Away . Born January 8, 1943 in Nashville, Elledge died June 10, 2012 after complications following a stroke. The song, written by Willie Nelson, made the #22 slot on Billboard Hot 100 in 1961, and sold over one million copies. Elledge never had another hit. As a YouTube commenter pointed out, that does sound like Floyd Cramer tickling the ivories. A great song. I always thought it was a female singing. Rosie and the Originals, Angel Baby , 1960. Perfect for cruising Whittier Boulevard in your '57 Chevy on a Saturday Night. UPDATE 1/17: Dave B. tells me that I owe his wife Ronda a beer: Yeah she remembered that song from the opening riff. What a waste of a nice Gibson SG... You are quite right, Dave: the girl is flailing at a Gibson SG standard.

Clapton, a.k.a 'God,' played them before switching over to Fender Strats. I wanted an SG back around '67 or '68 but they were too much in demand. So I 'settled' for a Gibson ES 335TD. But then I did the dumbest thing I ever did a few years later. Posted by Bill Vallicella on Saturday, January 16, 2016 at 05:48 PM in Music | Permalink | Saturday Night at the Oldies: Christmas Tunes Merry Christmas everybody. Pour yourself a drink, and enjoy. Me, I'm nursing a Boulevardier . It's a Negroni with cojones: swap out the gin for bourbon. One ounce bourbon, one ounce sweet vermouth, one ounce Campari, straight up or on the rocks, with a twist of orange. A serious libation. The vermouth rosso contests the harshness of the bourbon, but then the Italian joins the fight on the side of the bourbon. Or you can think of it as a Manhattan wherein the Campari substitutes for the angostura bitters.

That there are people who don't like Campari shows that there is no hope for humanity. Saturday Night at the Oldies: Politically Incorrect Tunes No day without political incorrectness! And no night either. But I suppose I should issue a TRIGGER WARNING to the 'safe space' girly-girls and pajama boys. Do not click on any of these links! I am not responsible for your psychic meltdown. Ray Stevens, Ahab the Arab . Here is the original from 1962. In the lyrics there are references to two hits from the same era, Chubby Checker's The Twist (1960) and Lonnie Donegan's British skiffle number Does Your Chewing Gum Lose its Flavor ? On second thought, the reference is to Checker's Le't's Twist Again Like We Did Last Summer (1960). Larry Verne, Mr. Custer (1960). "What am I doin' here?" And now a trio of feminist anthems. Marcie Blaine, Bobby's Girl . "And if I was Bobby's girl, what a faithful, thankful girl I'd be." Carol Deene, Johnny Get Angry . Joanie Sommers did it first .

"I want a cave man!" Nice kazoo work. k. d. lang's parody . Little Peggy March, I Will Follow Him . "From now until forever." Meanwhile the guys were bragging of having a girl in every port of call. Dion, The Wanderer (1961). Ricky Nelson, Travelin' Man . (1961) Addendum: I forgot to link to two Ray Stevens numbers that are sure to rankle the sorry sensibilities of our liberal pals: Come to the USA , God Save Arizona . If you are a liberal shithead do not click on these links! But if if you have any sense you will enjoy them. Posted by Bill Vallicella on Saturday, December 05, 2015 at 04:50 PM in Music | Permalink | Saturday Night at the Oldies: Youth, Fast Cars, and Death We are coming up on the 60th anniversary of the death of James Dean. When the young Dean crashed his low slung silver Porsche Spyder on a lonely California highway on September 30, 1955, he catapulted a couple of unknowns into the national spotlight.

One of them was Ernie Tripke, one of two California Highway Patrol officers who arrived at the scene. He died in 2010 at the age of 88. But what ever happened to Donald Turnupseed, the driver who turned in front of the speeding Dean, having failed to see him coming? His story is here . In exfoliation of the theme that "speed kills" I present the following for your listening pleasure: Jan and Dean, Deadman's Curve (1964). But it is not just boys who are drawn to speed, little old ladies have been known to put the pedal to the metal. Case in point: The Little Old Lady From Pasadena . On This Date 31 Years Ago and 50 Years Ago: Jim Fixx and Bob Dylan It was 31 years ago today, during a training run. Running pioneer James F. Fixx, author of the wildly successful The Complete Book of Running, keeled over dead of cardiac arrest. He died with his 'boots' on, and not from running but from a bad heart. It's a good bet that his running added years to his life in addition to adding life to his years.

I've just pulled my hardbound copy of The Complete Book of Running from the shelf. It's a first edition, 1977, in good condition with dust jacket. I read it when it first came out. Do I hear $1000? Just kidding, it's not for sale. This book and the books of that other pioneer, George Sheehan, certainly made a difference in my life. The atavism and simplicity and cleansing quality of a good hard run are particularly beneficial for Luftmenschen. Paradoxically, the animality of it releases lofty thoughts. See here for a comparison of Fixx and Sartre. And here for something on George Sheehan. Now for some 'running' tunes. Saturday Night at the Oldies: Some Suicides Del Shannon (Charles Weedon Westover), December 30, 1934 – February 8, 1990, known prmarily for his Billboard Hot 100 #1 hit, Runaway , 1961.

"Suffering from depression, Shannon committed suicide on February 8, 1990, with a .22-caliber rifle at his home in Santa Clarita, California , while on a prescription dose of the anti-depressant drug Prozac . Following his death, The Traveling Wilburys honored him by recording a version of "Runaway"." (Wikipedia) Dalida, O Sole Mio . I think I'm in love. "Dalida (17 January 1933 – 3 May 1987), birth name Iolanda Cristina Gigliotti, was a singer and actress who performed and recorded in more than 10 languages including: French, Arabic, Italian, Greek, German, English, Japanese, Hebrew, Dutch and Spanish." [. . .]On Saturday, 2 May 1987, Dalida committed suicide by overdosing on barbiturates . [7] [8] She left behind a note which read, "La vie m'est insupportable... Pardonnez-moi." ("Life has become unbearable for me... Forgive me.")" (Wikipedia) The Singing Nun, Dominique , 1963.

"Jeanine Deckers (17 October 1933 – 29 March 1985) was a Belgian singer-songwriter and initially a member of the Dominican Order in Belgium (as Sister Luc Gabrielle). She acquired world fame in 1963 as Sœur Sourire (Sister Smile) when she scored a hit with the her French-language song " Dominique ". She is sometimes credited as "The Singing Nun". [. . .] Citing their financial difficulties in a note, she and her companion of ten years [8] [9] [10] , Annie Pécher, both committed suicide by an overdose of barbiturates and alcohol on 29 March 1985. [11] [12] In their suicide note, Decker and Pécher stated they had not given up their faith and wished to be buried together after a church funeral. [7] They were buried together in Cheremont Cemetery in Wavre , Walloon Brabant , the town where they died. [13] The inscription on their tombstone reads "I saw her soul fly across the clouds", a line from Deckers' song "Sister Smile is dead".

(Wikipedia) Phil Ochs, Small Circle of Friends . There but for Fortune . "Philip David Ochs ( / ˈ oʊ k s / ; December 19, 1940 – April 9, 1976) was an American protest singer (or, as he preferred, a topical singer ) and songwriter who was known for his sharp wit, sardonic humor, earnest humanism, political activism, insightful and alliterative lyrics, and distinctive voice. He wrote hundreds of songs in the 1960s and released eight albums in his lifetime." [. . .] "On April 9, 1976, Ochs hanged himself . [110] " (Wikipedia) My favorite suicide song is Shiver Me Timbers by Tom Waits. James Taylor offers a beautiful interpretation. Is it really about suicide at sea? The reference to Martin Eden suggests to me that it is. But you might reasonably disagree.

Posted by Bill Vallicella on Saturday, June 27, 2015 at 06:04 PM in Music | Permalink | Saturday Night at the Oldies: Brian Wilson The Brian Wilson biopic Love and Mercy opened yesterday and I saw it. I grew up in Southern California in the '60s with all those songs, and so I had to see it. I'm glad I did. Trailer here . But not for the music of which there is little, but for the biography and backstory. The two heroes of the story are Brian Wilson and the woman who saved him, Melinda Ledbetter. The two villains are the abusive father, Murry Wilson , and the crazy shrink, Dr. Landy. It is probably true, though, that were it not for the hard-charging Murry there would have been no Beach Boys. He pushed them and negotiated their contract with Capitol Records. Saturday Night at the Oldies: Clowns Being hung up on the '60s, there is and will be only one clown for me, Bozo the Clown. After Bozo I had no truck with clowns. I'm a serious man.

But I can relate to this segment from the Seinfeld episode, "The Fire." It is one of the funniest in the whole series. But I suppose you had to be there. In the '60s I mean. With Bozo. The Clown. Now some songs featuring clowns. Roy Orbison, In Dreams . Nice surreal video. "A candy-colored clown they call the sandman . . . ." James Darren, Goodbye Cruel World .

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 fue uno de los grupos femeninos más importantes de la primera mitad de los años sesenta, además de ser el primer grupo que fue producido bajo el sello discográfico Philles Records creado por el productor Phil Spector .

El primer éxito de "The Crystals" lo obtuvieron con la canción "There's No Other (Like My Baby)" en el año 1962, a los que les siguieron Uptown" y "He's A Rebel", "Da Doo Ron Ron (When He Walked Me Home)" and "Then He Kissed Me" . Apartir de 1964 el grupo "The Crystals" llegaría a su declive y en 1965 se disolvieron. Aunque en 1971 al 1973 se unió el grupo e hicieron algunas giras por Estados Unidos. "Da Doo Ron Ron (When He Walked Me Home)" es un hit de 1963. La canción fue escrita por Jeff Barry , Ellie Greenwich y Spector. Es una canción que habla sobre un amor juvenil. Versionado por muchos y diversos artistas y grabada en francés por el cantante Johnny Hallyday.

Fuente: Wikipedia Canción: Da Doo Ron Ron (When He Walked Me Home) I met him on a Monday Lo conocí en un lunes and my heart stood still y mi corazón se detuvo Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron Somebody told me Alguien me dijo that his name was Bill que su nombre era Bill Da doo ron ron ron, da do ron ron Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron Yeah, my heart stood still, Sí, mi corazón se detuvo, yeah, his name was Bill sí, su nombre era Bill And when he walked me home, Y cuando me acompañó a casa, da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron I know what he was thinking Yo sé lo que estaba pensando when he caught my eye cuando me llamó la atención Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron Da doo ron ron ron

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Question: What name completes these lyrics from a hit by 'The Crystals': "I met him on a Monday and my heart stood still, Da-do ron-ron-ron, da-do ron-ron, somebody told me
Answer: 'BILL'